Is this guy really not a scheming guy?

Judging by his appearance, he's definitely a scumbag!

She could almost picture Tingyu's aggrieved and resentful expression. Tsk tsk~

"Your young master is really cunning..." And with you, this troublemaker, you're a perfect match.

Mo Lan couldn't help but laugh. To be honest, Ting Yu's mouth was really exhausting, and she felt sorry for Qin Su.

"That's right, cough cough... Actually, my young master is quite good. He's fair and just, and his rewards and punishments are clear." Jing Lei said, looking at the leisurely Mo Lan, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Isn't this girl usually quite easy to talk to? Why does the young master always get so angry? Is it the young master's fault?"

For the first time, Jing Lei had doubts about his master. "Miss Mo Lan, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course, go ahead and ask."

Mo Lan glanced back at him. She had heard that Qin Su had four outstanding guards, each with their own strengths. The one in front of her was ranked second in martial arts, but he was a bit too straightforward.

With Mo Lan's permission, Jing Lei's eyes lit up. He raised his hand and rubbed his tense facial muscles, looking ready to go all out.

“Miss Mo Lan, why do you dislike my young master? I think my young master is quite good. He is decisive, thoughtful, and never makes mistakes.”

"I hate him? Who told you that?" Mo Lan stopped and looked at Jing Lei, who had a serious expression on his face. She didn't hate Qin Su.

"Of course I saw it myself... Every time my young master meets a girl, it always ends badly."

Meeting Mo Lan's questioning gaze, Jing Lei pinched the muscles on his face. Could he have seen wrong? That shouldn't be the case.

"Actually, even if my young master did something wrong, it probably wasn't intentional. We've always been by his side, and we've never seen him talk to any girl for more than two sentences. He either ignores them or scares them away with a single sentence. This is the first time he's sat down with you, a girl, to have tea and chat. So, I think my young master probably doesn't know how to chat with girls, which is why you're angry."

The more Jing Lei spoke, the more he felt his analysis made sense. It must be that the young master had no experience speaking to girls, which led to the misunderstanding.

Mo Lan: "..."

What's this thing going to do?

Are they starting to betray their master?

Seeing Mo Lan's surprised and silent expression, Jing Lei raised three fingers and said, "I swear, what I said is true. You are the first woman my young master has ever sat down to talk to."

In the past, many noble ladies would occasionally try to arrange a chance encounter with the young master, inviting him under the guise of a tea party, but he would always ignore them. Or he would simply say something that would make them leave feeling ashamed and angry.

Therefore, although his young master is skilled in both literature and martial arts, he really has no experience in winning a girl's heart.

Seeing Jing Lei's serious expression, Mo Lan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly shook her head and smiled, "No need to be so serious. I believe what you say, but I'd like to kindly remind you not to mention our conversation today to your master."

"Why?"

Jing Lei scratched his head. Wu Feng had already said that the young master actually cared about Miss Mo Lan, but he hadn't realized it yet, so he thought of helping her out.

However, considering his master's proud nature, he might feel embarrassed if he knew he had pulled something behind the scenes. Thinking of his master's cruel punishments, Jing Lei secretly rubbed his arm.